In the heart of Provo, where memories linger slow,  

A temple stood, a quirky gem, its charm aglow.  

“Spaceship” or “cupcake,” it danced in the light,  

A beloved haven by day, a beacon at night.  

But time, relentless, whispers a change,  

As the old fades away, new dreams rearrange.  

The Provo Utah Rock Canyon Temple, they say,  

Is rising anew, as the old drifts away.  

With spires now piercing the canvas of sky,  

A familiar silhouette begins to fly high.  

Windows are framed where echoes once played,  

Concrete and stone where memories stayed.  

By mid-2027, the whispers will cease,  

An open house beckons, a promise of peace.  

Though the old quirky design may elicit a sigh,  

In the heart’s quiet chambers, new love will not die.  

For a tender petition, with hope intertwined,  

Sought to preserve, to cherish, to bind.  

Yet change is a river, flowing ever so free,  

And this new temple, in time, will be key.  

To stories and dreams yet to unfurl,  

As hearts find their home in each sacred swirl.  

Though some mourn the loss of what used to be,  

In the tapestry of life, new threads will weave free.  

So here’s to the future, with joy in the air,  

As a new anchor rises for all who will care.  

Time teaches us deeply, as seasons advance,  

In each ending, a new beginning finds its chance.